So, in the eyes of the shopkeeper and the waiter, a shocking aura suddenly surged out from in front of the young man, rushing toward the monk like a rolling torrent.
In the eyes of the fortune teller, it was Li Xiuyuan who saw a shining golden dragon rushing out in front of him, trying to devour the increasingly larger "swastika" sword energy that the monk was slashing at him.
But the nameless monk had an illusion.
What he saw in his eyes was a golden lotus. The golden lotus swelled in the wind, getting bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it was bigger than the two entangled sword energy he slashed out!
When the purest seal of Buddhism meets the most majestic palm seal of Taoism in the lightning...
Whether it is Shen Shuzi and others, or the nameless monk from Yase Temple, they all have an illusion.
That is, a red sun suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.
The moment they saw this red sun... "Boom!", a huge explosion accompanied by a shock wave lifted Wuming into the air.
He blasted the fortune teller and the shopkeeper who were standing outside the inn back into the inn.
The two waiters were so frightened that they were lying on the ground and yelling: "Shopkeeper, run, the sky is going to fall!"
Until this moment, the Buddha's light condensed by the unknown monk and Li Xiuyuan still shrouded the earth.
The young man in the Buddha's light remained motionless, looking at the world coldly like the Buddhas on the Buddha's platform, without a trace of sadness or joy on his face.
Like a divine dragon under the abyss, it roared and its golden claws emerged from the Buddha light in the sky.
It was like a terrifying storm that came in an instant, and in just the blink of an eye, it capsized towards Wuming. The speed was too fast, and he was not allowed to escape with his sword.
He just heard an inaudible word "Lin" coming from the wind.
The oncoming golden lotus instantly shattered the "卍" sword energy he had slashed out, shattering everything in front of him in an explosion.
The fortune teller who was blown away immediately jumped up and rushed out of the inn in an instant.
The young man in front of him was already immersed in the thick golden light. If the monk took advantage of his victory and rushed forward, and then slashed at Li Xiuyuan with his sword, there would be trouble.
Even though he was known as the fortune teller, he didn't even have a chance to look at the sudden explosion.
The shopkeeper was blasted out together with him. I wonder if the shopkeeper behind him was injured?
However, the fortune teller who rushed out of the inn did not see Li Xiuyuan, but saw the unknown monk from Yase Temple who fell to the ground from mid-air with a miserable look on his face.
The nameless monk at the moment did not have a complete piece of monk's robes on his body. His clothes were all torn and hanging on his body, and the blood on his arms was dripping down.
Under the silent gaze of the divine fortune teller, the nameless monk, shrouded in the Buddha's light, put on clean monk's robes.
He took out a hand towel and wiped the stains on his face and the blood stains on his arms carefully.
Only then did the shopkeeper get up from the ground.
He didn't even look to see if he was injured, but rushed out of the inn, looking at the golden light in the sky that was gradually disappearing in front of his eyes, and at the calm monk.
He shouted at the fortune teller: "Fortune teller, where is that young man?"
...
The golden light disappeared, revealing the young man in the wind.
The young man in the eyes of the fortune teller had no sword in his hand and his hands were behind his back. Not to mention wearing black clothes, even the black cloth covering his face was intact. .z.
I couldn't help but ask loudly: "Who won?"
"The poor monk lost."
Before Li Xiuyuan could speak, the unknown monk murmured: "Sir, as Master Duoji said, he has seen life and death. In my opinion, he has seen through life and death."
Only the monk himself knew that at the last moment, the young man opposite showed mercy, which prevented him from being seriously injured on the ground.
Li Xiuyuan was indeed merciful. With his current level of understanding of the power of heaven and earth, how could he only blast Wuming from Yase Temple into the air?
You know, he blocked him in Niujiao Town and wanted his life.
The wolf died under the gaze of the fortune teller.
In fact, at Wuming's last moment, he didn't even see whether the boy had drawn his sword.
By the time he realized something was wrong, the golden lotus had already struck with the sword energy he had slashed out.
A violent explosion caused him to lose all sense in an instant.
If the two of them were fighting to the death, in just this moment, the opponent would be able to take advantage of the victory and strike out with a sword, and he wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
However, if he didn't use his most proud sword that condensed the Buddhist hand seal, he might have fallen to his opponent's sword before he could make a move.
Li Xiuyuan silently watched every move of the unknown monk, thinking that you don't want to practice Buddhism and chant sutras in the temple, and follow him all the way just to fight with him.
Is it possible that this battle can really get rid of your inner demons?
If so, he had no idea how many demons he had conquered along the way, and until now he still dared not say that he had slain the demon in his heart with his sword.
At this moment, he could only shake his head speechlessly and asked: "Monk, are you satisfied with this battle?"
He didn't ask Wuming if he could kill the demon with a sword and remove the three poisons in his heart, but only asked if he was satisfied with the last move he used.
In his opinion, such a result would not hurt his relationship with Monk Yamushi Duoji.
Wuming clasped his hands together and replied: "The poor monk's lack of cultivation makes the donor laugh. Even if I try my best, I still can't see your strongest sword. It's a pity."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and said softly: "You'd better not see that sword."
After saying that, he bowed deeply to the other party, waved his hands and walked towards the fortune teller in front of the inn.
He had nothing to say to the abbot of Yam Temple. What he wanted to say had already been said very carefully in front of the sky burial platform, so he had no intention of saying goodbye to the monk.
The unknown monk was stunned, looked at his back and suddenly asked: "Why don't you look?"
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and replied quietly: "Everyone who has seen that sword is already dead."
"Buzz!"
The nameless monk felt a golden star appear in front of his eyes, and looked at the fortune teller not far away. The fortune teller nodded gently to him in agreement.
When Wuming heard this, he was confused for a moment.
He murmured to himself: "For example, all the deaths yesterday are like all the lives today. The mountains are high and the roads are far. We are destined to meet again..."
After saying that, he went to the backyard of the inn to lead the horse, and without looking back, he headed towards Snow City.
...
The fortune teller didn't expect that this guy didn't even reply to Li Xiuyuan's words. He turned away and didn't even bother to drink a glass of wine.
The shopkeeper of the inn still felt unfulfilled, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Not only him, but even the divine fortune teller didn't know the last move. The young man actually used a shocking sword or a peerless demonic technique.
He actually convinced the nameless monk on the snowfield and left for Snow City overnight without even wanting to stay a little longer.
And since Li Xiuyuan didn't want to ask Wuming for Buddhist teachings, he naturally had no reason to keep guests for the innkeeper.
He himself was still depressed. After finally arriving in the town, he had a sword fight with someone before even enjoying a hot bath.
Fortunately, Wuming didn't force him to tell the difference between life and death, otherwise the spirit sword would be stained with blood.
After entering the inn, Li Xiuyuan asked the waiter to boil a bucket of hot water for him. After taking a hot bath, he went out to the living room and drank with the fortune teller.
Before that, the innkeeper repeatedly asked the fortune teller about the cause of death of the old man Sanhao, but the fortune teller didn't know.
Also, Li Xiuyuan did not tell the fortune teller about the relationship between Wang Qiang and him.
In the end, the innkeeper could only guess like the fortune teller that the old man Mihaoshi had died somewhere in the snowy wilderness. Otherwise, he would not abandon his own yard and not go home.
Feeling the fortune teller's emotions, Li Xiuyuan took a jar of black bean wine and placed it on the table.
He said: "What's the matter? Are you watching the fun?
Enough? "
The fortune teller recalled the silent attack outside the inn, thinking that the unknown monk from Yase Temple used his unique skill, but still failed in front of Li Xiuyuan.
He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "I don't know either."
In fact, the fortune teller still wanted to know how the blind boy, who was dozens of feet away, could borrow a drop of water from the tea spilled by the shopkeeper.
How could that drop of water break the monk's sword energy that was as continuous as a rainbow?
After thinking again and again, and considering the age of the young man in front of him, he could only attribute this move to the fact that the young man used a peerless magic technique to defeat the nameless monk's sword.
How much power can a drop of water contain?
I'm afraid that no one will believe him when he returns to Baixue City and narrates today's battle like a lecturer.
Thinking of this, the fortune teller smiled and said: "The innkeeper is even more unwilling. He didn't even know the secret. The winner has already been decided in this battle."
This was Li Xiuyuan's first battle after leaving Baixue City. Although there was blood, no one was hurt.
Although he generously allowed the innkeeper and the fortune teller in front of him to watch the battle.
However, no one in the group of guys could see the whole story. Even if they could, it was only the shining golden sword energy that the unknown monk struck out at the end.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan was very satisfied.
If he can hide the fortune teller, he might be able to hide it from the junior sister in Loulan City, that Miss Chen...
Maybe he could still hide it from the past at the snow-capped mountains, glaciers, and hot springs, because Tantai understood the enemies he had made with Murong Zhilan and others.
After pouring two glasses of spirit wine, Li Xiuyuan took a sip. He smiled and said, "As long as the monk is satisfied, that's fine."
The fortune teller was startled when he heard the words. Thinking of the monk's desolate back when he left, he could only take a sip of wine silently.
After eating two more pieces of meat, he thought about it and said, "This wine is delicious. Why haven't I drunk it before?"
After explaining in one sentence whether the monk was satisfied or not, the fortune teller shook his head, thinking about what was going to happen next in Loulan City.
Because he knew that Loulan was not the small town it was now. If a life and death battle were to take place in front of everyone, it would probably overturn half of the Xuanwu land.
Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.
He took a sip of the wine, and then said somewhat proudly: "There is no place to sell this wine. I brewed it myself."
The fortune teller was startled, thinking that even in the inn in Baixue City, this guy didn't come up with this precious spiritual wine.
Fortunately, I was shameless and followed him all the way to Loulan City.
Thinking of this, the fortune teller chuckled and said, "I always think that guy Gongye Yewang has something wrong with his mind. He clearly pointed out a way to the monk and went to the east through the town in front of him."
In his opinion, with his level of ambition, he was naturally qualified to challenge Li Xiuyuan to a victory-or-loser challenge, just like the battle initiated by the monk today.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled: "You think too much."
The shopkeeper sitting at the counter asked the waiter to close the door, cooked a few dishes and was in a daze holding a glass of wine...
No matter what he thought, he couldn't figure out how the young man could defeat the monk's sword with the last move.
The clerk came over, stood in front of him and said, "Shopkeeper, is that the legendary magic?"
The shopkeeper nodded, took a sip of wine, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, if it's not a magic spell, it can only be the legendary Talisman Master."
The guy chuckled and said, "That's impossible. How old is that blind man? I guess he's the big demon in disguise."
The shopkeeper sighed softly and said with a smile, "That makes sense."
